Chapter 3

Evan

                I am so tired of sitting here and listening to my dad go on and on about the importance of going to college and getting my business degree. I didn’t want to take over the family security company, I was never meant to be the Alpha. That was supposed to have been Brian, it was always meant to be Brian. My older brother had been killed last year by a group of rogues that had come onto the pack territory. We never learned why they had been stupid enough to cross the border. The wolves had scattered before we caught them all and the ones we did catch were killed. Unfortunately, Brian wasn’t as lucky. So now I am stuck here listening to my dad go on and on. Andre was urging me to listen, he was excited about being the next Alpha and knew that we could do this. Andre was always ready for a challenge! I on the other hand just wanted to go to art school. I wanted to find my mate and have a family. Now all of those plans had gone out the window. I was 19 and getting ready to start my second year of college, I had changed my major to business like my father wanted but I am still minoring in art history. I am not going to give up art even though my life was no longer my own.

                I stood up while my dad was mid-sentence “dad I am going to be late for my first class, if you feel like lecturing me later, I should be home around 6.” I turned and walked out before my dad could get another word out. I am so tired of the same lectures every week. I walked down the hall to the kitchen where Isla was making breakfast, she had coffee already on the bar for me and I just had to sit down and wait. She was the omega who had been there since I was born. Isla was the sweetest old wolf I had ever met. She looked over at me “your father just wants what is best for you and the pack. He knows that this isn’t what you had planned for your life but he needs you to be ready to take the pack over when you graduate. He has agreed to wait to step down till you graduate.”

Evan “I know he means well but he is so controlling. Why can’t I continue to take my art classes? Why do I have to lose everything? I already lost Brian and now I am losing the one thing that makes me happy.” 

Isla, “I know but he is hurting too and no one expected you to be in this situation. Just take things one day at a time and both of you need to be kind to each other.”

                I walked out the door ten minutes later and climbed onto my fire-red motorcycle. My first class started at 9 but I needed to clear my head before I got to campus. Andre chimed up “I know you don’t like any of this, but it is our future now, so why not be a little happy about it? We will make a great Alpha! You love this pack, and you can run the business, Seth will be there as your Beta, and you can do this.”

Evan, “I know all these things I just hate these classes and changes.”

As the bike roared to life under me, I started to relax. The morning ride was definitely going to help clear my head.

                I walked out of my 2^nd class of the day and headed out to the parking lot. Business Statistics had to be the worst class I had ever taken. I had fallen asleep twice and had Andre screaming in my head to wake me up. Staying awake during statistics was always a challenge. As I got on my bike, I saw some of the pack members walking toward me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone so I started the engine and waved in their direction, I would deal with them later. I picked a direction at random and went in search of some food, I was starving after my nap. I chuckled to myself as I went in search of a cheeseburger.